During the past ten years she was in Qiao's house, although he would not take her to the cemetery on every Qingming Festival, he wanted to see her when he went back.

The cemetery was desolate and he was not used to it.

But Qiao's house is very warm, especially when he gets home and sees her smiling at him, his cold heart will warm up.

So every year after leaving the cemetery, he would return to Qiao's house as soon as possible.

Even today, his habit has not been changed.

Although he knew that there was no such thing as Qiao's house tonight.

She won't wait for him

The world is so big that he doesn't know where she is. To find her is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But he is willing to make a fortune.

Life is still so long, he believes that he will always find her, as long as it is not too late.

The wiper kept scraping the car glass, and the Rolls-Royce was walking through the rain.

It didn't take long before Qiao Sinian arrived at Qiao's house.

The lights in Qiao's house are very bright. He knows that she likes the bright feeling and she is afraid of the darkness.

He turned on the lights, and hoped that one day she could see everything in Qiao's house when she came back.

"Mr. Qiao, I'll pour you a cup of hot water." The new servant is quite good at acting in the face of the situation. She helped Qiao Sinian pour a cup of freshly brewed green tea.

Qiao Sinian did not rush to go upstairs, but sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a teacup, and silently looking towards the direction of the TV.

The TV is not on, there is nothing on the screen.

In a daze, a crisp sound of a girl sounded in his ear: "Mr. Qiao, you are back, what do you want to drink? I'll pour you green tea, black tea, Pu'er tea, fruit tea."

"I want brandy, do you recognize it?" He curled his lips slightly, his deep eyes locked on her white face.

"I don't recognize it, but I know it's wine. It's not good to drink, so don't drink it. After you got drunk during the last social event, she suddenly stopped saying a word.

"Hmm? What happened to me last time?"

"nothing."

“I don’t like to talk halfway.”

She pursed her mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "It's just that I'm drunk and talking nonsense."

"Why don't I remember that I have this problem?"

"You're drunk, can you still remember? You said I'm quite cute."

"Huh?" he raised his eyebrows, "I've said that? That's really drunk."

She glared at him fiercely.

"Mr. Qiao, do you want to watch TV? I'll turn on the TV for you?" The new servant couldn't help shouting when he saw Qiao Sinian's loss of consciousness.

Qiao Sinian came to her senses and shook her head: "No."

After saying that, he went upstairs with a teacup and returned to the master bedroom where he and she lived.

In the past, this was his room alone, but later it was the room of the two of them. However, there was not much of her in this room, and the overall style belonged to him, simple and monotonous.

His bed was very big. He once asked her for the first time on this bed, but he left without saying goodbye the next day.

Qiao Sinian put down the cup in his hand, sat by the bed, gently rubbing the sheets he had just changed with his fingers.

She really won't give him any chance anymore.

He missed her, worried about her, and thought about her, where did she go?

She can scold him or beat him, why do she ignore him

This kind of pain that is so heart-wrenching is not good.

Qiao Sinian sat by the bed and was lost again.

There was only a faint fragrance of essential oil in the air, and she could no longer smell the fragrance of her.
Chapter completed!